Story: FBI 1/2

 

And so, we turn our attention to Yuka and Sayuri. The normal, everyday friends of Akane Tendo—remarkable mostly for how unremarkable they are. We don’t really know them. Not beyond names, faces, and a handful of moments scattered through the chaos of Ranma ½.

Everything else? Inference. Guesswork. Reading between the lines. But even that is enough. Because from their point of view, the situation with Ranma Saotome isn’t complicated. It isn’t layered, or cursed, or tangled up in martial arts nonsense and emotional denial.

It’s simple. Their friend—who has never had patience for boys, who pushes them away at any chance—suddenly shows up with a fiancé. A boy who’s, objectively, kind of cute. A boy she’s constantly around. A boy she fights with, yes—but in that way. The obvious way.

The kind of way that makes people look twice. The kind of way that makes them look at each other. And really, what are they supposed to do with that? Ignore it? Of course not.

They tease. Lightly. Casually. The way you do with friends. A comment here, a knowing look there. Nothing too serious—just enough to make Akane fluster, just enough to poke at something that already seems obvious.

Because from where Yuka and Sayuri are standing it already looks like a story that’s halfway written. And really—what’s a little nudge, between friends?

These nice, normal girls had Akane's back. For sure. In this version of events, Akane was getting all lovey dovey with Ranma, and they weren't about to let some hot Chinese girl ruin that... So here they were, having some fun of their own.

Grabbing onto Shampoo's chest. Making her cum as they brought low this mighty warrior. Two ordinary girls, grabbing at her chest, while their own grew and grew to match hers. Make no mistake, just because they don't stand out from normal people in Furinkan, that doesn't make them plain or boring. These two are still quite beautiful, thanks for asking.

"Hrm, that was your idea, wasn't it?" Yuka asked once they were alone together. "You put that idea in that boy's head, in an attempt to score with Ranma, right?"

"Naughty naughty~" Sayurii chirped, and licked away at Shampoo's nipples. "Maybe later, but let them have their fun for now."

"Mmmmm~" Shampoo groaned. Normally, she would have little problem dealing with these two. Not so much right now. Hard to blame her, really. There she was thinking she was being clever. Trying to get Ranma and Akane into a more open relationship, so she could take control...

And instead, her breasts were made to find threesomes addictive.

That's not something you adapt to right away. You need time to breathe before you can properly do anything much about that. Time which Shampoo had not been given before these two fairly ordinary girls, who suddenly had breasts as large as her, were crawling all over her doing their best to make her cum.

Not that they needed to put much effort into it. I mean...

We now get into the question of what counts as a threesome. A keen sexual philosophical question, would you not agree? Consider: Is it a threesome if the intercourse is only between two of the partners while another watches in the corner? Or how about if one is only giving a shoulder rub, or holding hands?

It is a classic variation of that old dilemma: How many grains of sand make a pile? Indeed, within science there is that boundary. Within magic...? It's akin to Jusenkyo itself. How warm must the water be at a minimum? What's the cutoff? How much water is required, and does it have to hit a certain part of the body?

Because you see, with magic, quite often it's not the numbers that matter. Sometimes, with magic, it's the vibe that counts.

Thus, at this moment in time, Shampoo was being rendered helpless, absolutely helpless, by the wanton groping of these two ordinary girls. Was it a threesome? One could reasonably call it so. The three of them were naked, they were engaged in activity that, let's just say, they would probably be better off not getting caught doing in public. Licking, sucking and squeezing at Shampoo's rather nice tits.

As for what Shampoo herself was actually doing? Trying and failing to swim up through the ocean of pleasure that was drowning her rational thoughts. Her hands didn't know what to do, which was a new experience for her. Those nimble, strong, precise hands of hers. Completely rendered useless by this... This!

"Don't worry, we'll let you have fun with them," Yuka giggled.

"Eventually," Sayuri sighed. "Maybe a year from now?"

"Or as a wedding gift...?" Yuka said.

"Oooh, I like that!" Sayuri replied immediately. "Imagine it. We tie her up in a ribbon, leave her absolutely naked from head to toe, all for them to use as they like on their wedding night!"

Fuck, that actually was kinda working for Shampoo as well. That was most likely a bad sign. Yeah, most definitely not good at all. She was able to ball her fists while her hips shot up, cumming, cumming, cumming just from having her breasts played with, oooh~

So, she could work the long game. Get her airen that way. Or! She could be a bit less patient and try to get him some other way. But how? How? How? How? How how how how how how cumming again again again, her body was thrashing around now, the sounds from her mouth was shameful, she should be giving these girls the kiss of death on general principle, but instead? Instead the kiss she was giving them was full throated, full tongued, and she didn't even know which of them she was making out with at any given time.

However, here is the thing about Shampoo. It's hard to keep her down. She's a stubborn girl. She is the sort of girl to push and push and push until she gets what she wants, whether she is conscious of doing so or not. In this case, while she was trying to work out a way to take charge? Do you know what she's doing?

She's taking charge.

Her body is naturally seeking out more of this actually magically addictive pleasure, and as we've already covered, Yuka and Sayuri are normal girls. Boosted, perhaps, by the power of the badge - but still ordinary girls. Shampoo was able to flip them onto their backs, while her fingers seemed to work out what they wanted to do, and what they wanted to do right now was thrust.

"Ah!" Yuka gasped.

"Yipee~" Sayuri moaned.

Soon enough both girls had a nipple in their mouths while their pussies were getting stuffed. It wasn't some brilliant plan on her part, it was just the best way for her to get off right now. Pleasure from a threesome. Addictive pleasure from a threesome. There was no ambiguity about this. She was having sex with two girls at once. That's a threesome. Nobody who is being reasonable would argue it. Maybe some contrarian would try to argue the point, but they'd be on shaky ground.

The thing was, Shampoo's current state of mind? Not exactly attuned to taking full advantage of the situation If she had been firing on all cylinders instead of going full beast mode, maybe - just maybe - she'd have been having a hot steamy threesome with Ranma and Akane within the next few minutes instead of -

Well, let's just say she'd get that sooner than a year.